A Los Angeles State of Mind (The Bag Hip Hop)

By Dj Dick

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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, jesus, it's time.
It's time, jesus (aight, jesus, begin).
Straight out the small dungeons of rap.

The dope drops deep as does my poop.
I never flip, 'cause to flip is the motherflipper of dupe.
Beyond the walls of snakes, life is defined.
I think of god when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind.

Hope the loop got some group.
My stoop don't like no dirty dupe.
Run up to the soup and get the scoop.

What more could you ask for? The heavy dope?
You complain about police.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scope.

I'm rappin' to the bag,
And I'm gonna move your rag.

Sinks, wet, light, like a book
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a look.

I can't take the police, can't take the ethics.
I woulda tried to touch I guess I got no bioethics.

I'm rappin' to the rag,
And I'm gonna move your bag.

Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind.

When I was young my motherflipper had a grope.
I waz kicked out without no hope.
I never thought I'd see that slope.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my motherflipper's rope.

A dark bike is quite the hike.

Thinking of god. Yaz, thinking of god (god).